Prompt from Anon: "Jemma and Fitz try to hide their relationship from the rest of the team."

~AU in which FitzSimmons get together right after 3x10~

"Jemma, where are you taking me-"

"Ssh, be quiet! We don't want to wake anyone up!"

Jemma peeked around the corner of the hallway before motioning for a bleary-eyed Fitz to follow her. Although it was one in the morning and everyone on the base was usually asleep by midnight, she didn't want to risk being seen by anyone. A long work day had left them both worn out and ready for bed, but she had managed to drag him out of his bedroom without an explanation and convinced him to come with her.

She stopped abruptly at a metal door on the right, making Fitz almost stumble into her. Confused, he took one look at the door before crossing his arms in front of him. "Seriously, Simmons? You dragged me out of bed for a broom closet?"

"Just get in!" she hissed, grabbing the handle and pulling him in with her.

"I can't see anything!" Fitz protested, flailing his arms around until Simmons found a light switch. "Oh…okay. That's better." He squinted in the seemingly-blinding light and his eyes fell on an equally-disheveled Jemma clothed in white, cotton pajamas. "Now will you please tell me why we're in here?"

She stuck out her lower lip as she padded towards him, running her fingers along his blue t-shirt once she was close enough to touch him. "I couldn't sleep," she replied simply.

Fitz's face contorted into one of concern. "Are you okay? Are you still having nightmares?"

"It's been days since I had one. I'm fine." Jemma brushed off his questions with a shake of her head as she started to stroke the stubble on his cheek.

"Then…what's going on?"

Seeing that she was close enough for her breath to ghost across his lips, he gulped audibly. "We're finally getting our alone time."

She pecked him on the lips, lingering long enough to make him shudder. "You know I'm always up for that," Fitz chuckled softly. "But is now really a good time?"

"When is a good time, Fitz?You know as well as I do that they've had those bugs installed in our rooms ever since Malick kidnapped us! I checked all over this room yesterday for a bug and I didn't find anything, so we're in the clear."

"And you know as well as I do that I could've disabled those bugs without Coulson knowing," Fitz retorted. He leaned back against a metal shelf and ran a hand across his forehead. "Why are you going through so much trouble to hide our relationship from everyone?"

Jemma sighed and removed her fingers from his shoulders to trace her healing wrist, as she often did nowadays. The dark purple welts, now fading into small blue dots on her skin, were a constant reminder of what she had almost lost the day that Malick had forced Fitz to go through the portal. "It's protocol that SHIELD agents aren't allowed to date while on duty. I don't want to get into trouble!"

"Bobbi and Hunter are constantly shagging each other and Coulson's perfectly fine with it!" Fitz whisper-yelled as his frustration caused him to briefly throw his hands up in the air. "Heck, I bet they're doing it right now as we speak!"

"You don't know that for sure!" Jemma shot back, her voice becoming shrill at the end as she acknowledged that her argument didn't hold water.

"If it's not that, then what is it?"

"We're a liability now, Fitz! Our relationship makes us vulnerable. What if we get separated again or what if one of us gets hurt or kidnapped? We're SHIELD agents and we can't let our feelings for each other put everyone else at risk!"

Her words came out in a rush and her voice cracked as she finished. "Your feelings for me almost got you killed this year, and my feelings for you almost brought back an ancient Hydra Inhuman back onto this planet. I…I just don't want to lose anyone else because of this."

"Jemma…" She suddenly found herself snuggled into Fitz's chest as his hands soothingly caressed her back. "Not telling people about us isn't going to change how I feel about you. Keeping us a secret isn't going to change how far I will go to keep you safe and alive," he murmured into her ear. "Sure, things will change a bit, but maybe those changes will be good ones. Maybe we'll have that cottage in Perthshire sooner than we thought."

He knew that last bit was wishful thinking at its best, and Jemma knew that as well, but his coaxing seemed to make her relax as he felt her relax into him. "But Bobbi and Daisy will give us those knowing looks all the time and Hunter will never stop with those innuendo-laden comments if they knew," she mumbled into his shirt.

A suppressed laugh vibrated against Jemma, causing her to smile and hug him tighter. "If that's the only thing we'll have to worry about, I'm okay with that." He stepped back slightly so he could cup her cheek and gaze into her eyes. "Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

She sighed in defeat and nodded slightly. "Okay. We'll tell Coulson tomorrow then."

"Good."

Fitz moved to push himself off of the shelf, but instead his hand ricocheted straight into a broomstick, sending a whole bundle of brooms and mops clattering to the ground. They both gasped, simultaneously bringing their hands to their mouths, and then giggled in relief when they didn't hear any footsteps coming down the hallway.

A short-lived adrenaline rush found its way through Fitz's bloodstream, and suddenly the thought of sneaking around didn't seem like a horrible idea after all. "Since we're not telling anyone until tomorrow…" The corner of his lip quirked into a lopsided smile. "How about you tell me what you had planned for this 'alone time' of yours?"

The only reply he got from her was a beaming grin before her lips crashed into his and he lost himself in her arms. And they were extra careful to avoid all of the cleaning supplies in their way, maneuvering themselves around them slowly and deliberately, fixated in a dance only the two of them would ever remember.

So those are the five drabbles I currently have completed! Got one in the works now and three more to write after that, so stay tuned :)